voice control bun

When autumn came, my little brother accidentally caught a cold because of the unpredictable weather and large temperature difference.

Xiao Baozi looked at his little brother who was lying on the bed, sneezing and coughing, and turned around anxiously.

Immediately ran to boil a pot of hot water to make medicine for the little brother.

Barely gave it to him, and felt relieved when he saw that he drank it.

Under the effect of the cold medicine, the little brother felt dizzy and fell asleep after a while.

It was night when he got up, and he felt a lot better, so he got up.

When he left the bedroom, he saw Xiao Baozi in a sweater and a Winnie the Pooh apron fumbling around in the kitchen.

Looking at Xiao Baozi's clumsiness, he didn't fix it right here, and then there was a problem there.

Looking at the silly little bun, the little brother felt like laughing.But before he could bend the corner of his mouth, a tear flowed from his tears.

Heart, as if being kneaded by something warm, swollen and sour.

He understood that there was a kind of happiness called happiness, which hit his eyelids and made him shed tears.

The world is so big, there will be no second person who is as stupid, as soft, and as cute as his little bun.

The little brother looked at the chubby figure for a while, and unexpectedly did not go to help, but lay back on the bed, waiting for the little bun to feed him.

After finishing the porridge cooked by the little bun, the little brother said in a hoarse nasal voice: "Cough...cough, thank you for your hard work, my little bun is really good."

"Hey, of course."

"Well, it's just that when the cold is not very serious, it's better not to take medicine, and you don't need to soak it next time."

The little bun squatted beside the bed and rubbed his little brother's hand: "But I'm worried."

The little brother raised his hand and rubbed the little bun's head: "Well, I know, so I drank it, don't worry about it."

"But you said you don't need to soak it next time." The little bun looked at his little brother with big black eyes, and the little chubby pulled the bed sheet uneasily.

The little brother chuckled: "There will be no next time, ahem, I won't let myself catch a cold again, and make you worry."

So it is!The little bun smiled immediately: "Yeah, don't catch a cold next time."

"it is good."

Three days later, my little brother's cold got better.

"Ah chirp~!"

That's right, little bun...I have a cold, woo woo woo, I shouldn't be kicking the quilt at night.

"Why am I well, and you are sick again." The little brother looked helplessly at the little bun lying on the bed with a red nose and red eyes.

"Don't cry, sleep well tonight, if you still don't feel better, take medicine." The little brother squeezed the corner of the quilt tightly, and squatted beside the bed to wipe away the little bun's tears.

The little bun took a deep breath, and said aggrievedly: "Ah chirp~, I...don't want to cry, but when I catch a cold, I cry and I can't stop, woo hoo, ah chirp~"

The little brother looked at Xiao Baozi's red face and squeezed it: "Will you still kick the quilt at night?"

Little Baozi grieved and chirped: "I won't kick anymore."

"Do you still add or subtract clothes at will?"

Continue to be wronged: "No... no, ah chirp~."

"Does it worry me that I'm still sick?"

Wronged: "No... no, ah chirp~."

Little Baozi's face was pinched by the little brother, his face was bulging, and his eyes were watery: "Ming...Ming when you were sick, I didn't mention you, ah chirp~, you bullied me, ah chirp~."

The grievance exploded.

"Okay, I won't bully you." The little brother let go of his hand: "I'll make you dinner, what do you want to eat?"

"Big chicken legs..." Little Baozi lacked confidence.

The little brother was angry and funny: "You can only eat when you are sick."

"Okay, then I want vegetable and lean meat porridge, just like the one I cooked for you last time."

The little brother was taken aback, thinking back to the bowl of porridge three days ago... there was meat in it? !Have vegetables? !

He... can he say he didn't taste anything...

He thought it was porridge.

It seems that my daughter-in-law's cooking skills are really a pit.